ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

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Newt wakes up the next morning, Thomas's arms still wrapped around him. He turns to the side. 

"Tommy." He says quietly. "You gotta wake up now."

Thomas jumps slightly, his eyes opening. "Oh. Morning. How's your leg?"

"Better." Newt says, standing up. 

Thomas stands up too. "Hey, Newt?"

"Yeah?" Newt says, stretching.

Thomas sighs, running a hand through his hair. "About last night."

"Oh," Newt says, lowering his arms to his side. "Yeah."

"Did you mean all that stuff yous aid?" Thomas asks.

Newt smiles shyly. "Yeah, you idiot. I may be a murderer but surprisingly enough, I'm not very good at lying."

"No, but you are good at covering up dead bodies." Thomas says dryly.

"Catching on there, love." Newt says, grinning. He takes his hand. "Now come on. We should be in Canada this time tomorrow."

"Oh, okay." Newt says, pulling him to a stop. "We're gonna do something fun."

He takes Thomas's hand and pulls him into the town right by the road. He drags him down the path and into a bar.

"Newt, what the hell, we're nineteen!" Thomas hisses. 

Newt turns to him, smiling. "Just trust me." Newt walks up to the bartender. "Hello." He says in a falsely deep voice. "Can we get two beers please?"

"Okay, kid, how stupid do you think I am?" He says. 

Newt gasps. "Well, how dare you! I'm twenty-two this November!"

"Newt, your birthdays in August." Thomas whispers.

"Tommy, shush." Newt whispers back. He turns back to the bartender. "So, can I?"

"You are not twenty-two." The man says. "You are eighteen at the most."

Newt actually laughs. A genuine laugh, not the ones he puts on. "Okay, I'm at least nineteen."

"Alright, kid," He says. "Take your friend and go."

Newt puts a hand to his chest in feigned offense. "Excuse me? I've got two problems with what you said. First of all, I am not a kid. I am nineteen. Second of all, friend? I'm sorry, but do friends do this?"

"Newt, I don't think-" Thomas starts but Newt kisses him. 

"Alright, I've had enough of you." The bartender says. "Security!"

"Nope, we'll just be showing ourselves out." Thomas says, grabbing Newt's hand and pulling him out the door. 

Newt laughs, sitting on the curb. "Oh my god, that will never get old."

"You've done this before?" Thomas asks.

"Oh yeah. Load of times." Newt says. "I used to do it all the time in London."

"Okay then." Thomas says. 

Newt retakes his hand and they start to walk down the road. 

"We should find a place to sleep." Newt says. 

"Yeah, you're right." Thomas says.

Then, Thomas hears a voice from an alley. He jumps and squeezes Newt's hand tight. 

"Hey!" The voice hisses. 

"Wait here, Tommy." Newt says, putting a hand on his chest. He clears his throat. "Hello?"

A boy about their age steps out from the alley. He has thick black hair and dark eyes. 

"You're Newt Isaacs." The boy says. "There's a huge prize for you, you know." He leans against the wall of a nearby building. 

"Are you going to turn me in?" Newt asks, folding his arms. 

"I might." He says.

"Who are you?" Newt asks, his eyes narrowing. 

Thomas walks over to them, putting a hand on his arm. 

"Who's this?" The boy asks. 

"Well, who are you?" Thomas asks. 

"My name's Minho." He says. "Now who's this shank?"

Thomas scowls. "I'm Thomas." 

"Now," Newt says. "Are you going to turn us in? Do I need to deal with you?"

"Okay, maybe just-" Thomas starts.

"Tommy, not now." Newt says. 

"Well, where are you two headed?" Minho asks. 

"Canada." Thomas says at the same time Newt says, "Nowhere."

"Tommy!" Newt says. "What the hell!?"

"Well, I can actually help with that." Minho says. "But I need something for it."

"Well, what?" Newt asks.  "What do you need?"

"I need money," Minho says. "Not too much; a thousand dollars. I need to leave the country too, actually, but Canada won't do. I need to get across the ocean where somebody can't follow me as easily."

"Alright," Newt says. "Once we get there, I'll give you a thousand dollars. Not a cent before."

Minho nods. He sticks out his hand. "Deal."  

They shake on it and Thomas grabs Newt's wrist. "I need to talk to you for a second."

Newt holds up a finger to Minho and lets Thomas drag him away. 

"Newt, we don't have a thousand dollars." Thomas whispers hurriedly. 

"Yeah, but he doesn't know that." Newt says with a grin. "Come on Tommy, free trip to Canada."

A/N: Nobody seems to understand just how perfect Newt and Thomas are for each other. *sighs* Anygay, thank you so much for reading. Love you guys.